Free WalkingSin by Lynn LaFleur Page B

big. What man would want legs that skinny?’”
    By the time he finished, Kelcey was
laughing so hard, her sides hurt. She could hardly wait to meet Beverly and the
triplets’ father, Kenneth. How lucky the Colemans were to have such supportive
and understanding parents.
    Refusing to go down the self-pity road
tonight, Kelcey held out her glass for more wine. Dax splashed some into both
their glasses. “Do Griff and Rye have those folders too?”
    “Griff erased his when he and Jana got
married. I don’t know if Rye still has his. He may have erased it when Alaina
moved in with him.”
    “I can tell you Emma still has her folder
of naked men pictures on her laptop.”
    Dax leaned back in his chair again, swirled
the wine in his glass. “And you know this…how?”
    “I saw it last week. The folder, not what’s
in it.”
    “Have you ever looked at what’s in it?”
    “Maybe once. Or twice.”
    Dax grinned. “I’m learning a new side of
you.”
    She lifted her glass. “It’s the wine
talking.”
    Setting his glass on the desk, he leaned
forward in his chair until their faces were only a few inches apart. “Or maybe
the real Kelcey is trying to come out…the Kelcey who wants to be a little
bolder, a little more daring.”
    The heat in his eyes warmed every part of
her. Her gaze passed from his eyes to his lips and back. She wanted to touch
his beard, grab handfuls of that glorious hair. She wanted to press her lips to
his and kiss him with all the passion she’d kept bottled up inside her for so
long.
    Except she didn’t know how.
    Kelcey set her glass on the desk and stood.
“The wine has made me sleepy. I think I’ll go to bed.”
    He looked up at her face several seconds
before he also stood. “Would you like a T-shirt to sleep in?”
    “Please.”
    She followed Dax to his bedroom. He pulled
a dark green T-shirt from a dresser drawer. “This okay?”
    The shirt looked faded and soft and
comfortable…perfect to sleep in. “Yes. Thank you.”
    Moments passed while she looked into Dax’s
eyes. She sensed he wanted to say more, but he remained silent.
    “Thank you for everything, Dax. Good
night.”
    “See you in the morning.”
    Kelcey strolled down the hallway to the
guest room. She laughed when she stepped through the doorway. Walker lay on the
end of the bed.
    His tail wagged while she walked up to him.
“You don’t want me to sleep alone, huh?” She rubbed the thick fur on his neck,
kissed the top of his head. He licked her hand and released a soft whine.
“Yeah, I agree with you. I’m tired of sleeping alone. I wish I had the nerve to
walk back to your master’s bedroom and just…attack him.”
    It was a nice fantasy, but one that
couldn’t come true. After giving Walker one more scratch beneath his chin,
Kelcey tugged off the sweatshirt and replaced it with the T-shirt. She removed
her jeans, panties and socks, laid them on top of the dresser. After a quick
trip to the bathroom, she turned off the lights and crawled between the soft
sheets.
    Emma’s words popped into her head, the
words she’d spoken after Kelcey told her and Alaina about the rapes.
    It sounds like the man on top of you is
what triggers the memories. You’re no longer in control. What if you were on top and in control of sex?
    She rolled to her back and stared at the
ceiling. Dax was sexy and gorgeous and experienced. He’d be a great teacher.
Kelcey didn’t want to make a fool of herself, but she didn’t want to be afraid
any longer either.
    Kelcey sat up in bed. Walker lifted his
head and looked at her.
    “I’m not going to sleep alone tonight,
Walker, but I won’t be sleeping with you.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Dax stuffed two pillows behind his back,
stretched out his legs on the bed. It was after eleven and he knew he should be
sleepy, yet his mind whirled too much for him to sleep. He’d had fun tonight
with Kelcey. That surprised him. She wasn’t his type at all. Or she wasn’t the
type of woman he